It's bluegrass silly-season... this is the about the time of year when at the last minute, everybody's jumping bands for the upcoming festival tour season. Bandleaders are scrambling trying to figure out who's going to be the best fit to fill what job, both musically and chemically, and it's important because you're about to spend an awful lot of time with these folks in your outfit. I'm still enough 'on the inside' to hear about a lot of these trades/hirings/firings before they happen, and I'm often amused, sometimes surprised by them.
Long story short; I miss the scene, and I'm getting itchy to get back in. It didn't take too long for word to get around I had retired last year, and two offers at bass jobs came in over this past Winter... I gracefully declined both. Getting my shop up and running has been the job, and it still is the priority. I'm still not where I want to be with it, but getting there. Still, it's just in my head that maybe I'm not done yet, and all I would really have to do to make a return to truly rehearsed performing a reality for say... next year, is put my name back out there as available. I would need to make a couple appearances at key places and put that message where it would do the most good, but it's definitely do-able. I also think it would be possible to manage a festival tour schedule and my shop workload, and that's a sticking point. I'd have to be at least a little selective about what gig I took... some of these folks go pretty hard. Some of them take it kinda' easy. I'd need to know what to expect upfront- time, travel, and money-wise, and what would commitment would be expected of me... it couldn't be some loose-y goose-y agreement. Those, by-the-way, are things that one-by-one unraveled my last go at a music career. (to be fair, mostly because of a management deal that went bust, and an agreement that grew increasingly loose-y goose-y after that...) Goes without saying, other than feeding my dreams and ego, this needs to be a revenue source too... like my buddy said one time, the best way to make a million bucks playing music is to start with two million.
I'm healthy, at least for the here and now. Not slingin' 600 lb drums and 50 lb bags around, working 60 hours a week for a livin' has probably contributed to my better life experience. Hell, I walked 8 miles yesterday, just because I felt like it... could have kept going. Still, this could all be gone in a few short years. For now though, osteoarthritis and spinal stenosis is sparing me... my hands are great. My brain still works well, at least musically. Do I want to waste that? It's bugging me that the ability is here, and time is going by awfully fast.
The other, more sensible part of me whispers; "hey dumbass, you ain't 26 anymore, you'll be 56 in a few minutes..." and seriously wonders if he ain't got any business on the road playin' bass again. It wasn't all good. I was joking with Joey the other day about being back down to my Nashville size. Not quite. I weighed a buck-forty-five when I got home from that crazy ride. That's just 20 lbs less than I carry now, and I was actually an inch or so taller back then. So I'd need to be very careful to eat right and live like I had some sense.
One more good run won't kill me... will it? 🤔